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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2011-03-15 01:27 pm

Prompt #69

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Today's word is: duty

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excerpt from forthcoming Dance or Die (These Dreams are Forever), an spn_j2_bigbang

[personal profile] alexseanchai 2011-03-17 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Mary pours more perc into the Spencer Solitaire, thinking.

Mary has a duty to her children, to keep them safe and to ensure they know about the dangers that await them once they're outside her reach. Mary has a duty to her family, to use the knowledge they gave her. Mary has a duty to her people, to keep them safe from the dangers they don't know about.

Mary can't go back to that life. She can't. She owes it to her boys not to let them grow up the way she did.

But the yellow-eyed demon is out there, took John's life in payment for giving back John's life, and the demon was in Sammy's room at the time, so there's no way of knowing whether the price the demon wanted was Sammy, not John. (It would make sense if it was Sammy, not John. Why would the price of a good be the return of the good?) There's a demon after her family and Mary's responsibility is to keep them safe and to give them the tools to keep themselves safe.

Danger in safety, safety in danger, which is the safest path for her boys?

Mary wants so badly to keep her boys safe. It's her responsibility to keep her boys safe. Please God let her keep her boys safe.

And any time you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulder, for well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder...

A customer comes into the cleaner's and heads for the counter rather than the coin-operated machines Mary is dealing with. Mary goes to help her.
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[personal profile] admiral 2011-03-17 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
a snippet from a larger piece of original fiction that I'm currently working on. this makes no sense whatsoever out of context, but oh well. lots of swearing ahead, just fyi.


"Wait, you killed them?" Desmond wasn't exactly a paragon of morality, but even he had to admit that that was stepping way past the line.

Odessa, however, looked nonplussed. "Of course. They were my targets."

Desmond glanced back over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone was eavesdropping before continuing. "Does he know?"

"No. Berlin never bothered to tell him."

"And you didn't either!"

Odessa gave him a scalding look. "Would you tell the boy whose parents you killed why he is an orphan."

"Well, maybe - I don't know." Desmond frowned. "But I wouldn't let him work for the company that did it! How fucking messed up is that?"

"We give him shelter, food. Berlin was kind enough to formally adopt him. What more does he need?"

"An apology, maybe?"

Odessa shook her head. "In my line of work, we do not apologize. We only complete our duties. Otherwise we would go mad."

"You're all already mad," Desmond grumbled, and when Odessa didn't reply, he left the room in a huff.

Fucking hell, it was all of them, wasn't it. Dover thought everything was fine because she was from the fucking future where it was all sunshine and daisies; Berlin didn't give a fuck who her technology affected; Odessa apparently liked playing these sick, twisted games; so far, Damascus seemed the only sensible one, but hell, Desmond was sure he'd find something messed up with her too. But he was in too deep to back out now, and the only thing left to do was keep on moving forward and hope he didn't get killed in the process.

The next time Desmond passed by Vancouver, he hesitated, torn between telling the kid the truth and keeping his mouth shut and the boy's sanity intact. Vancouver, unfortunately, noticed.

"Something the matter?" he asked, concerned.

"Van, your - I mean, if someone did something horrible to you, would you want to know?"

Vancouver stared at him, plainly confused. "Did something happen to you? Do you need me to go get Florence?"

"No, dammit, I don't need Florence." Desmond rubbed his face, angry with himself and with Odessa and with everyone in this fucking organization. "I just want you to answer the question."

Vancouver was silent, contemplative. Finally, he glanced up at Desmond and said firmly, "I would want whatever would make everyone else happiest. If someone thinks everyone is better off not knowing, then I respect their wishes."

"...I see." It was a vague answer at best, but Desmond just couldn't bring himself to tell the kid the truth. He said goodbye to Vancouver and continued down the hall to the nearest bathroom, where he cried quietly to himself for a moment before breaking the mirror with a trash can.